Once upon a red OctoberUnder the moonlight soberA man wandered down a beachHis mind just out of reachA lost wife, a dead sonIt really didn't help, holding the gunHe'd sit here in depression, waiting for the rising sunAnd at the dawn of the morrowHe would end his sorrowWith a gun to the headEveryone would hear him deadBut not for a long while yetHe still had some "friends" to get

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